Page 131 of The Infiniteness of Yesterday
Spencer moans and his rhythm gets sloppy as he nears his own release.
When he comes, he pulls out of me and quickly gathers me into his arms, so I’m sprawled across his naked body. Both our chests rise and fall rapidly with our need to catch our breath. We’re both sweaty, but neither of us seem to care. His hand falls to the back of my head, cradling my skull.
“What time is it?” I ask.
With a groan, he musters the energy to lift his head slightly and glance at the clock. “Fuck. It’s almost four.”
“In the morning?”
“Yeah.”
“Shit.” I lay my hand on his chest. I don’t have the energy to move. “I have to be at work at eight.”
“I have to be on set at the same time.” He rubs his hand over his face, his days old stubble rasping against his palm. “Fuck. We’re going to be dead on our feet.”
“Yeah,” I agree. “And my pussy is sore.”
He grins at me with pure male satisfaction. “Good.”
“Good?” I taunt.
“Yeah.” He nods, stifling a yawn. “This way you can’t pretend I haven’t been inside you over and over again all night long.”
We lay there for several minutes, and I’ve nearly drifted off when he gives me a nudge. “Bathroom.”
“Ugh,” I groan. “I don’t want to.”
But as much as I don’t want to move, a UTI would be even worse, so I force myself out of his bed to go pee. When I’ve finished and washed up, we swap places.
I let out a quiet moan as I sink into his bed. It’s the plushest pillows and mattress I’ve ever had the pleasure of laying on.
Spencer returns to bed and swipes his phone off his nightstand. “Is 6:30 enough time for you to get up and shower? I know you’ve never liked mornings.”
“Yeah, that’s fine.” It’ll be cutting things tight, and I’ll have to skip breakfast, but worse things have happened.
He sets the alarm on his phone and puts it on a charging dock.
“Get over here. You’re too far away.”
He doesn’t give me a chance to protest before he’s tugging me over to the middle of the bed and wrapping his arms around me. My eyes are heavy, and fall closed instantly.
I wake up to the alarm going off and groan when it won’t stop. Opening my eyes, I jolt awake at the unfamiliar space.
Oh, fuck.
That really happened.
Reaching over, I shut the alarm off. I don’t have time to dwell on where Spencer is. I head straight for his shower, because I need to wash the sweat off my skin. I would feel gross going to work like this and smelling of sex.
After the quickest shower of my life, I swipe some of his toothpaste onto my finger and do my best to brush my teeth that way. He has a hairbrush sitting out, and considering it has a Disney Princess on it, it must be Roe’s. I quickly brush out my strands and secure my hair in a low bun. I don’t usually put on much makeup, but I’ll have to forgo any today. As for clothes, I’ll need to wear what I had on yesterday. I have a spare Cool Beans shirt in my work locker that I can change into when I get there.
I search his room, making sure I’m not leaving anything behind and when I find nothing else of mine, I head downstairs. It’s only a few minutes before seven, so I’m doing okay on time. I might even be able to grab something from his fridge before I go.
I’m assuming he must’ve had to leave already for some reason, so I’m surprised when I find him in the kitchen plating up breakfast.
“I thought you’d be hungry,” he remarks, sliding a plate across the island in my direction. Eggs, toast with avocado and red pepper flakes, and two strips of bacon. It’s a relative feast compared to my usual breakfast.
“You didn’t have to do this.”
